It was hard to beat Kay Burley's response ('I'm sure your mother is incredibly proud of you, Dylan. I know I would be') but this is a poem about the prank and how it felt symptomatic of a much wider issue.

Perhaps I may be accused of citing anecdotes to make a generalised conclusion; of course all Indian men must not be tarred with the same brush. However expecting women to be subservient & treating them as objects, is very much entrenched in our glorious Indian culture.

Has my birth country become such a merciless society where most men don't acknowledge the existence of women, or if they do its only as an object to be bullied, groped, raped, beaten, tortured and killed?

This week disgraced footballer Ched Evans has "wholeheartedly" apologised for "the effects" of the night in which he raped a 19-year-old woman in 2011 (he was subsequently convicted for the crime), but not for the criminal act itself.

It is appropriate for celebrities, and especially female celebrities to open up discussions about the treatment that they face at the hands of the paparazzi and the media in general, but it is not appropriate to compare it to the very specific act of physical and psychological violence that rape is. Certainly not whilst victim-blaming is so prevalent, and whilst it is so hard to get a conviction.

We do not owe Ched Evans anything more than is due to him under the law and being a footballer is not a fundamental human right. Being celebrated and re-elevated to the life of luxury that you decided to jack off when you raped someone is not a fundamental human right...

Picture this: so here I am, casually scrolling through my Twitter and catching up on whatever may have been going on online that day. We've got some bible quotes, we've got some celeb news and, wait for it:

We need to talk about why the woman raped isn't considered an important part of this news story. We need to talk about why a woman who was raped, forced to leave her home and change her name isn't considered worthy of the same consideration as her rapist... Why are we more concerned with Evans' career but not that of the woman who was raped?

It's a very black stain against it that the government of India has refused to dismantle a legal framework that allows a man to have non consensual sex with any woman (whatever his relationship to her), or to dismantle a legal framework that allows a man to legally have sex (consensual or not) with a fifteen year old child.

Sexual assault, peer pressure and female objectification are far from humorous. Satire isn't satire when it's kicking down another group. It only creates a bad perspective for incoming students of student life and a bad image of current students, implying this is what everyone's freshers was like and therefore yours should be too.

There are other beliefs out there too however and these are the ones that I want to discuss today; specifically in relation to fat women. The kind of beliefs I am talking about are the darker side of the fat hating culture; the kind that people, men in the most part but also women, do not admit exist. So what are they?

Here's a controversial thought: Rape happens when an attacker decides to commit it. One in three rape cases occur when the victim has been drinking, and three in three rapes occur when the rapists decide to defile the power of the word 'no'.

As she said no over and over again, he just laughed and forced himself into her. She cried, but tears made no difference to him. She lost. After she was raped, she didn't tell anyone because she wasn't completely sure it was rape... Only years later did she realise that even girlfriends and wives can be raped, because if it takes force, it's not consensual.

Nothing will get better, for men or for women, unless we can talk about rape more calmly; unless we can accept and marry into our language the fact that rape is both grotesque and horrific, banal and workaday; unless we can understand that rape isn't always the worst thing you can do, isn't always the worst thing that can happen to you - but that sometimes, it is. Rape, like life, is complicated, and we need ways to talk about that.

On my way back home from a party around half past one in the morning, I thoroughly looked for a cab, but couldn't find one. So I decided to walk some distance. Scared out of my wits, I could never imagine doing anything like that in India. Unfamiliar with the roads, I kept walking.